Crossing of my ways season 1 (Doctor Who fanfiction) #Wattys2016

Episode 22: Soundless

Hello Whovians!

Release of this episode is late because of school work I had. Anyway, this one is awesome, because of Alya/William and return of a character we actually already know (and probably adore).

Enjoy!

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At night, I could barely sleep. Turning around in bed I shared with William, I was thinking about the man I hated most and his motives. I finally fell asleep when I concluded his parents were cruel people who didn't even care about their own blood.

I woke up next day to my fiancé playing with my hair.

"Stop it," I mumbled, "they're messy even if you don't touch them."

He silently giggled. "I love your hair," I could basically hear him smile, "it's soft and you're cute ..." he started mumbling something about how it smells like vanilla and oranges, -thanks to my favourite shampoo-, and started sounding like a poet.

I sighted. "Stop rhyming stuff."

"Skin as soft as a pillow,/Hands as thin as twigs of willow ... oh, sorry. I got carried away." I turned around to see his face and smiled as he blushed.

"You're cute when you blush," I murmured.

"I'm a man. Men don't do cute."

"Then why are you cute?" I asked, smiling at his confused face, still red as surface of Mars.

"You think you won, but you haven't," he answered. "Come on, let's get ready for breakfast."

"Let's hope they have something from Earth in the restaurant or I'm willing to starve."

He rolled his eyes.

"All right, if there's something that looks good, I'll try it."

He laughed and walked into the bathroom, leaving me sit on the bed.

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It turned out we were enough in the future there was human food also and I was really happy it was so since I found out I was quite hungry and couldn't starve even if I wanted to.

Glad that waiter could speak English very well despite being some weird species with blue skin and purple tentacles instead of hair, we had a really long conversation on wars happening in the galaxy at the moment.

I was just about to ask Dallen, waiter I was talking to, something about why he thinks people think war is even an answer to anything, when Eleventh Doctor ran at our table.

"Listen, we have to go back to Earth immediately." He sounded like he was about to faint to both my amusement and worry.

"Why? I just started that French croissant," said Emily with full mouth.

"You'll see. Come one, we have to go quickly."

Knowing that we won't get much out of him, all four of us stood up and followed him to the TARDIS, Emily tipping Dallen on our way out.

"So what is it?" Patricia asked when we were in the TARDIS, hoping for an answer.

Doctor didn't answer, dancing around the controls.

"For god's sake, Doctor, tell us what's going on already," Emily said, using the voice she usually did when she was just about to start ranting on my life choices. It was confusing to hear her use it on somebody else than me.

"Patience, Emily, you all will find out too soon anyway," he answered.

TARDIS took off and I saw Emily angrily glaring at the time lord.